Date: Tue, 15 May 2018 07:24:58 -0400
From: GH Jock
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 31
Helping My Step-Son
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Chapter 31
"Wake up, sleepy head."
I opened my eyes and saw my handsome son standing beside my bed. His hand
was on my arm, gently squeezing. I smiled at him and almost placed my hand
on his. But I remembered where we were and I turned over to see if Beth was
awake. She wasn't in the bed with me.
Disoriented, I asked, "What time is it? Where is your mother?"
"It's 10:30 and Mom is in the kitchen." He leaned over and gave me a quick
kiss on the lips, making me simultaneously excited and nervous.
I wanted to kiss him back, but I was acutely aware of where we were. I sat
up in the bed, moving my face away from his.
Undeterred, Jeremy playfully grabbed my morning hardon through the
sheets. "Were you dreaming of me?"
I swatted his hand away. "Not in... Not with your mother downstairs."
Jeremy frowned and pulled his hand away.
Either my guilty mind was making it up or I could see in his eyes that he
had understood what my primary objection was. Sure, it was true that I
worried about his mother catching us. But my bigger concern was being
sexual with Jeremy in my and Beth's room. Having a relationship with her
son was betrayal enough. But the idea of doing so in the room I shared with
her--in the bed I shared with her--was too much for me to consider.
I imagined the rejection he must have been feeling. "Jer, I'm sorry. It's
just that..."
He nodded. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." He fidgeted for a few moments
then said, "Come on, let's go. Mom made breakfast for us." He took a few
steps away from the bed and stopped. He lowered his shorts to reveal his
smooth, round bubble butt. "Aren't you hungry, Dad?"
I chuckled and gasped at the same time. I couldn't believe he was
continuing to defy my request not to act sexually in his mother's room. But
I also enjoyed his sense of humor... and the sight of his beautiful bubble
butt. As my young lover pulled his shorts back into place and stepped
toward the doorway. I said, "Hey, Jer. Wait."
He stepped back to the bed.
I yawned and stretched. "We should tell your mom that we went to the diner
last night."
Jer gave me a look of surprise. "Really?"
I nodded as I wiped my hands across my face. "Yeah, really. It'll be best
for us to tell as much of the truth as possible. Just think of it this way:
Someone we know might have seen us last night. If we hide it from your
mother and they tell her we were there, she'll know something's up. We
should get ahead of it. Plus, we have no reason to hide the fact that we
went out for a snack in the middle of the night, right?"
Jer smiled and licked his lips. "Right!"
I smacked Jeremy on the ass and said, "OK. Go on. I'll see you downstairs
in a couple minutes."
He headed to the hall and called out to his mother, "Mom! Dad's awake. He
said he'll be down in a couple minutes!"
While I was in the shower, I thought about my fear of doing anything sexual
with Jeremy in my bedroom. I remembered that it was only a few weeks prior
that I had performed a mini strip-tease for him while standing in the same
spot. I wasn't sure why I had felt OK about it then but I didn't
now. Perhaps it was because back then it had been just a playful moment
while we were exploring our sexual attraction. But now, our relationship
was much more intense. Back then, I had been betraying Beth only
physically, but now I was betraying her emotionally as well. It felt more
wrong than ever to perform my acts of betrayal in the bed that she and I
shared.
After the shower, I headed downstairs. Jeremy was setting the table while
Beth was putting the finishing touches on the meal. I walked up behind her
and gave her a kiss on the neck. I said, "How's my sleeping beauty this
morning?"
She turned and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I slept like a rock. I feel
much better today." She looked at the clock on the wall. "You slept
unusually late. Why were you so tired?"
The moment of truth had arrived. I said, "I guess that means you didn't
hear Jeremy and me leave the house last night."
She gave me an odd look. "Huh? No. Where did you guys go?"
Doing my best to feign nonchalance, I picked up a piece of bacon and said,
"We both were up pretty late and decided to go out for a snack. We went to
the truck stop diner."
She responded, "Really? The truck stop?" She paused for a few moments, then
added, "I guess there aren't many restaurants that are open 24 hours a
day." She looked down at the food then back up at me with a noticeable
frown. "Don't tell me you two aren't hungry. I spent all this time
cooking."
I took another piece of bacon and shook my head. "I'm starved. We only had
milkshakes."
She smiled and slapped my hand. "Leave some bacon for the rest of us, you
pig!"
A wave of relief washed over me. Beth appeared not to be suspicious about
our late-night outing. We had gotten away with it. I hoped that boded well
for our future escapades because I planned on having many of them.
We ate breakfast then began working through Beth's list of chores. She
assigned Jeremy to outside duties--mowing the lawn and pulling weeds. Beth
took care of cleaning the inside of the house. I had to work on a couple of
the home improvement projects that I never had time to get to.
I made several trips outside to get glimpses of my son. His sweaty chest
looked appetizing as he worked shirtless in the hot sun. And when he knelt
down to pull weeds, my cock chubbed at the sight of his round globes
pressing tightly against the fabric of his shorts. I remembered fucking
that beautiful ass in the truck stop men's room the night before. God! How
I wanted to fuck him right there in our front yard!
About an hour into the work, I grabbed the hose, turned the knob and
sprayed my son with the cold water. After his initial shock, he jumped
toward me and reached for the hose. For several moments, we wrestled for
control of it. Neither of us was trying very hard to win. Instead, we were
having fun touching one another in public. My cock hardened as I rubbed my
body against my son's wet skin. I felt his equally hard cock as he pressed
it against my leg.
Beth called out, "Well! And I thought you two were working!" She was
standing in the driveway watching us. Despite her lecturing tone, she was
smiling.
I pulled away from Jeremy and he grabbed the hose from me. He sprayed the
water in my direction, soaking me from head to toe. Acting as if I were
reacting to the temperature of the water, I placed my hands over the tent
in my shorts and bent over slightly. I turned to face my wife and
laughed. "Would you believe me if I told you he started it?"
She shook her head. "What does it matter? Boys will be boys!" She smiled at
me, clearly happy that Jeremy and I were getting along so well.
We returned to our chores. I felt worn out rather quickly due to the heat
and the lack of a full night's sleep the night before. I was exhausted and
ready for a nap soon after we broke for lunch. I placed my empty plate on
the coffee table and lay back in my reclining chair.
When I woke up, I noticed the house was completely silent. Either Jeremy
and Beth were napping also, or I was alone. I yawned and stretched,
catching a whiff of my underarm odor. I was in dire need of a shower. I got
out of the chair and searched for my wife and son.
On the dining room table, I found a note from Jeremy. It read, 'We went
shopping. Will be back by 5:00.' I looked at the clock; it was 3:45. I
headed upstairs and hopped in the shower. As I was washing, I thought about
the experience the night before at the truck stop. My cock hardened as I
pictured my son bent over, taking anonymous cocks through the glory
holes. I began jacking off, remembering the sight of my son's ass as I
fucked him in front of the green-eyed cook.
I was getting into a very intense jack off session when I heard the
doorbell ringing. I cursed and let go of my swollen cock. I turned off the
water and grabbed a towel. Drying off quickly, I made my way downstairs to
see who was at the door.
With water still dripping from my hair and down my ass crack, I wrapped the
towel around my waist and opened the door.
Standing on the other side of the screen was Hector. He was wearing a light
blue polo shirt that was so tight, it appeared to be painted on. His
nipples were visible through the fabric and his bulging biceps stretched
the sleeves almost to the breaking point. He was wearing a pair of madras
plaid shorts and boat shoes. He looked like he was on his way to a yacht.
I was so surprised to see him that I simply stared at him.
He flashed that perfect smile of his and said, "Hey, Mr. Malone. Can I come
in?"
I hesitated. My wife and son wouldn't be home for another hour. But, did I
dare risk letting the boy in? I said, "Jeremy's not..."
Hector grinned and said, "I know. I just spoke with him. He told me you
wouldn't mind me hanging out until they got home."
I knew if I let him in, I'd want to get naked with him. I couldn't risk
it. There wasn't enough time. I shook my head. "We can't..."
He frowned. "I know. I just want to hang out until they get back." He
looked back at his car and shrugged. "If you're not comfortable with me
coming inside, I suppose I can just wait in my car."
I considered turning him away, but only for a moment. It looked like we
both were on the same page about it not being the right time for a sexual
encounter. And, to be honest, I wanted to find out how things had been
going for him since our time at the cabin. I said, "Nah, come on in." I
opened the screen door and stood aside to let him in.
As he stepped past me, Hector's eyes travelled down to my crotch. My
erection hadn't gone away completely. Without doubt, he could see the
outline of my shaft through the fabric of the towel.
I placed my hands over my crotch and said, "Make yourself at home. I'm
going upstairs to get dressed. I'll be back down in a minute."
"Do you need to get dressed so quickly? It's not like you're completely
naked." He smiled as he looked my entire body up and down.
I sighed deeply. I knew I should put more clothes on. But it felt good to
be admired by the stunningly handsome young man. I walked with him into the
living room. I sat in my reclining chair. He sat in Beth's seat on the
couch right next to me.
I sighed as I got comfortable in the chair. I was still tired from staying
out late the night before with Jeremy and from working so hard earlier in
the day.
Hector saw my discomfort and asked, "You feeling OK? You look beat."
I stretched my legs and said, "Nothing a little rest won't cure." I then
changed the subject. "So, last weekend at the cabin was pretty intense for
you. How are things now that you're back home?"
He replied, "It's weird. It doesn't feel real." He scratched one of his
muscular pecs. "I've spent a lot of time with Coach since we got back,
which has been great. But every time I go back home, I feel... I don't
know... out of place."
I asked, "Out of place, how? You're still the same person you were before
last weekend. You've just realized something new about yourself."
He shrugged. "Coach tells me the same thing. But I feel strange around my
brothers and my dad now. I'm looking at them differently. And I keep
thinking it's written all over my face."
I gently grabbed his jaw. Acting like I was inspecting his face, I said,
"No, I don't see anything written on it."
Hector chuckled and placed his hand on mine.
For a few moments, we were frozen in place. I was fighting the urge to pull
him closer to me and I suspected he was resisting doing something similar.
He gently squeezed my hand as he said, "I've dropped a few hints for Julio,
but he hasn't picked up on them yet. And my dad... I can't keep my eyes off
him. I want him so bad."
I thought about how similar Hector was to Jeremy. My son had wanted to have
sex with me for a long time before he offered me a blow job. Jer was lucky
that I reacted positively to the suggestion. I wasn't certain Hector would
be as lucky with his own father. Looking down at his hand holding mine, I
said, "Be careful around him." I pulled my hand away and reached down to
one of my feet. I stretched and rubbed it. My body was aching.
Hector moved off the couch and knelt between my legs. He grasped my foot
and began massaging it. He said, "Sometimes when my dad comes home from a
hard day at work, my mom massages his feet like this."
As the young man rubbed my foot, I remembered my offer to fulfill his dad
fantasy whenever he needed me to. I sincerely wanted to be there for
him. But I could barely find time to be with Jeremy; how could I fit in
time to be with Hector? I sighed; his fingers felt good.
He continued to massage my foot. A few moments later, he said in a low
voice, "You have a lot of tension in your feet, Dad. Let me work it out."
I looked into his eyes and said, "That feels good, Son. Real good."
A voice in the back of my head was warning me to be careful. My wife and
son would be home soon. How could I explain to them why I was wearing only
a towel in front of Hector? I told that voice not to worry. I would get
dressed long before they got home. I could enjoy Hector's massage for a few
minutes.
Hector's fingers felt magical on my foot.
I asked him, "How did you learn to do that so well?"
"It's a skill that comes with years of playing team sports." The muscles in
his arms flexed as he worked out my tension.
I gasped as he hit a very sensitive spot. It reminded me of Jeremy's
reaction to the foot massage I gave him in the bathtub on the first night
at the cabin. I closed my eyes and got lost in the memory of bathing with
my son.
My cock was almost completely hard at that point. I placed my hand over the
bulge in my towel again, hoping to avoid encouraging Hector to do more than
just massage my feet.
Hector switched to the other foot and said, "Sometimes my mom isn't in the
mood to massage my dad. I see the disappointment on his face and I secretly
wish I could offer to do it in her place."
I kept my eyes closed as I said, "You really know how to massage
well. Maybe you should offer to do it, using the excuse that you and your
teammates swap massages sometimes."
He moved his hands up to my calf muscle. As he moved his fingers all around
it, I could feel the tension fading away. He said, "Does that feel good,
Dad?"
I nodded. "Very good, Son."
He then said, "Let me know where you like it most. I want to focus where
you need it."
I wanted to tell him to massage my cock. It was the part of my body that
needed his attention the most. But instead, I replied, "Just keep doing
what you're doing, Son. It feels great."
Over the next few minutes, Hector massaged me in silence. He worked on both
my legs, inching further and further up. When he reached my thighs, he
pulled the lower portion of my towel to the side so he could have direct
contact with the skin.
I had seen enough massage-themed porn videos to know where this encounter
could have been heading. If I didn't stop him, he'd eventually reach my
cock. Would he touch it? Nah, of course he wouldn't. He knew how little
time we had before Jer and Beth got home. Surely, he wouldn't try to start
anything.
But the moment I started imagining those porn scenes, I felt my horniness
increase. And then I began remembering what it was like to have sex with
Hector. I opened my eyes and looked down at the Hispanic muscle stud and I
wondered why I was torturing myself. Why didn't I just grab him and get off
with him? We didn't have time to do anything very serious, like
fucking. But, if he was as horny as I, both of us could cum quickly with
just a few strokes.
As I contemplated giving in to my desires, Hector said in a very low voice,
"It looks like your dick is hard, Dad. That happens to me and my teammates
all the time. We joke about giving each other a happy ending." He stared
intently at my crotch. "Have you heard that term before?"
I felt a shiver travel down my spine. I nodded. "Yes, Son."
He asked me very slowly, "Would you like me to give you a happy ending,
Dad?"
Hell fucking yeah, I did! I pulled the towel aside, exposing my hard
cock. Feeling playful, I said, "Do you know what you're doing, boy?"
Hector licked his lips and replied, "No, but I'm a fast learner."
I nodded toward my cock and said, "Be quick about it. I don't want your Mom
or brothers walking in on us."
Hector's eyes were glued to my thick daddy meat. He slowly grabbed my shaft
with one hand and my balls with the other.
The moment his warm hands touched my genitals, I felt a rush of
excitement. I knew it was risky to allow this to happen, but that was part
of why it excited me. Getting caught by Jeremy would have been fun. I was
confident that my son had set this whole thing up. So, if he walked in
alone, I would invite him to join us.
On the other hand, getting caught by Beth would have been a completely
different story. She would not have been pleased at all. On a certain
level--a level deep in the back of my mind--I did want Beth to find us. I
did want her to walk in and find me getting a hand job from Lisa's
ex-boyfriend. I did want her to open the door and find me getting a blow
job from Ryan's former student. I did want her to walk through the doorway
and find me pumping a load deep inside the muscular ass of Jeremy's newest
friend. The idea of ending all the secrecy and half-truths was appealing on
a certain level.
But no, I was not ready for that. So, while I was enjoying the attention
the young man was giving me, I remained as alert as possible, ready to jump
at the slightest indication that my wife and son might be home.
Hector continued to stare at my thick meat as he stroked it. Each time
pre-cum escaped from my piss slit, he rubbed it all over my shaft,
increasing the pleasure his hand-job was giving me.
A couple minutes passed and I began contemplating asking the sexual
neophyte to take it a step further. Maybe just a lick or a quick suck. But
the buzzing of his phone stopped me.
He let go of my cock so he could retrieve his phone. It lay against my
stomach, leaking copious amounts of precum. He read the text and said,
"Jeremy says they're on their way back. 10 minutes, 15 tops."
My brain told me to thank him for the fun and to run upstairs and get
dressed. My cock told me to ask him to finish what he had started. I
listened to the latter. I gestured for him to stand.
Hector's eyes were filled with intense lust as he stood. His fly was open
and his thick uncut cock was sticking out of it.
I stepped out of the chair and grasped his beautiful piece of meat. I began
stroking it and he resumed stroking mine.
He looked at me with unfocused eyes. "I wish my dad would do this with me."
I slipped my free hand inside his shorts and felt his smooth muscular butt
cheeks. I said, "He'd be one lucky dad. Such a sexy son."
He smiled then rested his head on my chest and sighed. He never stopped
stroking my cock and fondling my balls.
I stroked him as I moved my hand lower on his ass. I found his hole between
his round muscular cheeks. I touched it with my finger. It was warm and
moist from perspiration. I wondered how many times my brother had fucked
that tight hole since they returned from the cabin. I whispered, "I wish I
could fuck you."
Hector licked one of my nipples. "I wish you could too." He lowered himself
until his mouth was level with my cock. He wrapped his lips around it and
sucked it in.
My body shook all over as excitement overtook it. He clearly had been
practicing on my brother's dick because he sucked cock even better than he
had at the cabin. No teeth, lots of tongue and just enough throat action to
drive me insane with pleasure. The kid was good and he clearly was hungry
for cock.
He pulled his mouth off my dick and looked up at me. His lips and chin were
covered in saliva. "Mr. Malone.... Dad... am I doing OK?"
I nodded my head. "Yeah, boy. Keep sucking me like that and you're going to
make me shoot."
Hector grinned. "I'm hungry for your cum, Daddy." He swallowed my cock
again and sucked it in earnest while playing with my balls.
I watched his model-like face as he sucked on my man meat. What an amazing
transformation he was experiencing. He had been a complete virgin before
joining us at the cabin. And now, less than a week later, he was on his
knees feasting on my cock and begging me to fill his mouth with my ball
juice. I was glad to give him what he craved.
Hector released my balls and raised his hand to my chest and began pinching
my left nipple. I gasped and felt my cock harden even more in his mouth. He
was turning me on so much that I was dangerously close to flooding his
mouth with my baby batter. The image of his ass as I fucked him on the
stairs at the cabin flashed through my mind. That put me over the edge. I
whimpered as I cried out, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
Hector moaned as my cum shot into his mouth. "Um... uh... um." The
cum-hungry young man was getting what he wanted. His moans were making it
clear how satisfied he was.
My body shook as I enjoyed the overwhelming sensation of unloading into the
young athlete's talented mouth. With each pulse of my shaft, I felt the
tension leave my body. Happy ending indeed!
Once my balls were empty, he stood and said, "I'm close. Real close." He
was naked from his waist down. His shorts were on the floor.
I placed a hand on his firm butt cheeks and found his hole again. My touch
made him begin to whimper uncontrollably. He had been relatively calm up
until that moment. But he finally was showing the same intensity he had
shown at the cabin. Damn! When that boy was turned on, he couldn't hide it.
Hector turned around and leaned backward against my chest. He turned his
head toward mine and kissed me.
I was fingering his hole and shoving my tongue into his mouth. With my free
hand, I grabbed his cock and took over the jacking. Between his loud moans,
I said, "Cum for me, Son. Show me how much it turns you on to be with me."
He pulled his shirt up, revealing his muscled abs and chest. His body began
to shake as he said, "Oh, Daddy." Gasp. "I want..." Gasp. "I need you." He
tensed and white lava began erupting from his cockhead. The first few shots
landed on his chest and stomach. The rest landed on my fingers. Within
seconds, my hand was covered in his life-giving fluid.
When I sensed he was done, I let go of his thick uncut cock and raised my
hand to my mouth. I hungrily ate his pepper-flavored cum, licking my hand
completely clean. I scooped up the white fluid from his chest and stomach
and ate that too.
He watched me make a meal of his cum. "Damn, Mr. Malone! I still can't
believe you eat cum. It's so fucking hot!"
I chuckled and pulled him into a hug. "Your cum is so fucking tasty. How
could I resist?"
I held him like that for a minute or so, allowing him time to recover. I
used the towel to wipe away the residual cum from his torso and my
hand. Then I said, "I gotta get dressed. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be
right back down."
He grabbed my cock and held me in place for a few more seconds. Then he let
go and allowed me to step away.
A few minutes later, I was back downstairs, ready for the arrival of my son
and wife. I sat in my chair and asked Hector, "So why are you so dressed up
today?"
He rubbed a fold out of his polo shirt. "Going to dinner with my family."
"Where to?"
"The Dalton Club." He muttered this, almost making it impossible to hear.
I raised an eyebrow. The Dalton Club was an exclusive country club. "I've
never been there. Is it as impressive as it looks in pictures?"
Hector shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it is."
In all my interactions with Hector--which admittedly had been very few
since I had only met the young man a couple weeks prior--I had never sensed
that he lived a life of privilege. I looked at him with increased
respect. Not because of his family's social position, but because of his
apparent humility about it.
Jeremy's car pulled into the driveway. Hector and I smiled at one another
then settled back into our seats and looked toward the TV. Our intimate
encounter was over. Back to reality.
Jeremy was the first to enter the house. He grinned at me and Hector. He
had been the orchestrator of the muscle boy's visit. He must have been
happy to see us sitting next to one another. Of course, he didn't know what
Hector and I had done during our time alone. But his grin seemed to say, 'I
know you guys did something naughty before we got here.'
Beth walked through the door and she looked right at Hector. She opened her
mouth to say something, but Hector spoke before her.
"Let me help you with that, Mrs. Malone." Hector retrieved the bag from her
arm and placed it on the dining room table. "You shouldn't have to carry
anything with that broken arm. Are there more bags to bring in?"
Beth gave him an incredulous look. He had thrown her off guard by being a
perfect gentleman. "Yes, a few more. Thank you."
The boys walked outside and Beth said to me, "What is he doing here? He
can't stay. Ryan and the kids will be here soon."
I nodded. "I know. He said he wasn't staying long. He's going to dinner
with his family at the Dalton Club."
Beth opened her mouth to respond, but Jeremy and Hector walked back in at
that moment.
My son said, "Sorry for making you entertain Hector, Dad. I guess my timing
was off when I told him to meet me here. I was sure we would beat him to
the house."
I smiled and winked. "No worries, Jer. It was a good opportunity for us to
catch up."
The boys went upstairs and I assisted Beth with the emptying of the
shopping bags.
My wife asked, "The Dalton Club? I had no idea. What do his parents do for
a living?"
I shrugged. "I have no idea. You should ask Jeremy."
The boys came back down a few minutes later and Hector said, "I'm sorry for
being in the way when you're trying to get ready for guests. I'll get out
of your hair. Have a good time tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Malone."
Beth answered, "You too, dear."
Once Hector was gone, she asked Jeremy, "Is it true his family is eating at
the Dalton Club tonight?"
Jer shrugged. "Probably, I guess. They're members."
Beth's face lit up, "What do his parents do?"
Jer responded, "His father's a lawyer and his mother's a bigwig at a
publishing company."
Beth said, "No wonder he's such a gentleman. He was raised in a good
family." After a few moments, she added, "I can see why he and Lisa didn't
fit well together."
I chuckled. It was amusing how quickly our opinions of Hector had changed
once each of us learned that his family had money. I gained respect for him
for not putting on airs about it. Beth decided he was a model
citizen. Despite her reasoning, her acceptance of the young man was a boon
for me and Jeremy. Our athletic fuck buddy would be able to visit us now
without worrying about Beth's reaction. I looked forward to seeing him
around the house more often.
Ryan and his children arrived about 20 minutes later. I was excited to see
my brother. I hugged Aaron and Kristie, then I wrapped my arms around
Ryan. I held the hug with him for several seconds longer than normal. It
felt good to embrace him, to feel his strong body pressed against mine. A
voice in the back of my head told me to be careful not to hug him for too
long. But I ignored it because I knew that, even if Beth noticed the
unusually long hug, there was no way she would deduce that there was
something romantic and sexual about it. It felt exhilarating to be able to
show my brother affection without fear of revealing the truth of our
evolving relationship.
I quickly noticed that my cheerful, happy-go-lucky brother was back and his
special aura was stronger than ever. Even Beth was charmed by him. I knew
that his happiness was due in great part to being with his children. Their
absence from the cabin had depressed him. It was refreshing to see how much
their presence lifted his spirits.
While we were eating, I studied Aaron's face. It was uncanny how much my
nephew resembled Jeremy's schoolmate Chris. If Aaron were a few years
older, I would have been convinced that he and Chris were twins who had
been separated at birth. I remembered promising my brother that we'd
arrange for him to meet Chris. I wondered if Ryan saw how much his son
resembled him. And, if he did, was that part of the reason he was so
anxious to have sex with the teenager?
Ryan asked Beth about her and Jeremy's upcoming college tours. Their
conversation reminded that in about three weeks, my wife and my son would
be leaving me alone in the house for nearly 10 days. How was I going to
cope without Jeremy for so long? For a moment, I felt guilty for not having
had the same thought about my wife. But I dismissed that quickly. I would
miss my wife; there was no doubt about it. But I would miss Jeremy more
profoundly. There was no reason to feel guilty about that.
I frowned as I asked, "So you two are going to abandon me for 10 whole
days? How am I going to survive?"
Beth placed a hand on mine and said, "You're a big boy. I'm sure you can
take care of yourself for a few days."
Jeremy said, "Maybe Uncle Ryan can take care of you while we're gone."
I felt butterflies in my stomach. Jer was right. It would be the perfect
opportunity for my brother and me to spend time together. My cock began
chubbing as I imagined Ryan and me naked in his bed, fucking for hours,
then falling asleep next to one another.
I grinned at my brother and said, "You hear that? You'll be on
entertainment duty. You think you can handle it?"
Ryan looked toward Kristie and said, "What do you think, Honey? Should I
keep Uncle Clint out of trouble while Jeremy and Aunt Beth are away?"
His 7-year-old daughter giggled. "Yes! You should babysit him, Daddy!"
My brother looked at me with a mischievous grin. I could tell he had the
same idea as I about how we would spend the time together.
After dinner, Jeremy took his cousins to his room to play video games. Ryan
and I poured ourselves drinks and headed to the living room. Beth came in a
few minutes later, giving us a look that spoke volumes. Before she could
express her feelings about us drinking together, Ryan made his plans
clear. "No alcohol for me tonight. Not while I have the kids with me."
Beth nodded, satisfied. Then she poured herself a drink and joined us.
The three of us talked about a variety of things, including the good time
we had had at the cabin the weekend before. I decided it was a safe moment
to float the idea of renting the cabin with Ryan the following year. Beth's
reaction was the one I had expected: No. We couldn't afford it. I
acquiesced for the moment, but I wouldn't give up. Jeremy and I eventually
would convince her to agree to it.
After about an hour, Beth went upstairs, leaving me and Ryan alone in the
living room. We moved closer to one another on the couch, allowing our legs
to touch. My cock immediately reacted and, by the large bulge in his pants,
it was obvious his did too. But we couldn't do anything. Not with Beth
nearby and Ryan's kids in the house. So we had to be content with minimal
body contact.
I told him about the encounter with Hector.
Ryan grinned and said, "I'm glad someone is taking care of him while my
kids are with me. He has a sex drive that doesn't quit. He's wearing me
out. But, holy fuck is he fun!"
I then told him all about my and Jer's visit to the truck stop. I was
nervous about discussing the details, as I had no idea when my wife or a
child would walk into the room. So I just stuck to the high level facts,
including meeting the green-eyed chef afterward.
Ryan pawed his stiff cock through the fabric of his jeans and said, "Damn,
Clint. Let's go there together soon. I'm so fucking horned just hearing
about it."
As I watched my brother fondle his bulge, I felt the urge to touch him. I
stood up and said, "Come here." I led him into the garage. As soon as the
door shut behind us, I grabbed his hard bulge with one hand and pulled him
into a kiss with the other.
Ryan wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly while he returned the
kiss.
As usual, I enjoyed the sensation of his facial hair rubbing against my
skin. His full lips and strong tongue added to the overall experience,
making it clear I was making out with a man, not a woman. My cock hardened
even more.
When we came up for air a minute later, he said to me, "Oh god, Clint. You
feel good. I miss the hell out of you."
I ran a hand over his muscular pecs, enjoying the feeling of his hard
body. "I miss you too." I then lowered a hand to his ass and squeezed it.
My brother pressed it against my hand and said, "We can't, Clint. Not right
now."
I placed my forehead against his and said, "I know. I just needed to touch
you. You have no idea how difficult it is to be near you but not able to
hold you like this."
Ryan placed a hand on my crotch and squeezed my hard shaft. He growled and
said, "Oh yes I do. Yes I do."
I unfastened the top button of his jeans and pulled his cock upward so it
peeked out over the top of his underwear. I placed my thumb on his large
spongy cockhead and spread his pre-cum all over it. I put my thumb in my
mouth and devoured the salty liquid.
Ryan was breathing hard. "Oh god, Clint. That's so fucking hot."
I kissed him, sharing the taste of his pre-cum with him. "I want to suck
your cock so badly, Ry."
The sound of footsteps approaching the door forced us to move quickly away
from one another. A moment later, Jeremy opened the door and poked his head
through. He smiled at both of us and whispered, "Everyone's coming back
downstairs." He then shut it and walked away.
Ryan and I adjusted our hard cocks, pushing them into less obvious
positions. After Ryan buttoned his jeans again, we stepped back inside the
house. No one, except maybe my son, had any clue that my brother and I had
been making out in the garage. I once again felt a thrill for getting away
with something so taboo.
Later that night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning. I was experiencing my
nightly struggle with the temptation to sneak into my boy's room while my
wife slept. After several false starts, I convinced myself to stay in bed.
The sooner I fell asleep, the sooner it would be morning. Beth would head
to church, leaving Jeremy and me all alone. He and I would have the freedom
to make love leisurely anywhere in the house for a couple hours. That was
going to be infinitely more satisfying than a quick fuck in the middle of
the night.
End of Chapter 31.